Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2016 17:08:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripped with Dad Part 4

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Because you demanded it:

Stripped with Dad Part 4

Okay, so me and my dad were having some real adventures, but it was
actually making us a lot closer, and it was really hot. We had some
embarrassment at the doctor's, caught outside in the rain in just hospital
gowns with the open back. You could say that we had some bad luck to get us
into these crazy situations, but I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet
after everything that happened.

So as I was wrapping up my sports physical, we got a little sidetracked and
he still had to do a few things to sign off on my form, there's a knock on
the door.

It's Dr. Mark, Dr. K's son. He says, "sorry to interrupt, dad, but we have
to fill out some paperwork with the police and the fire department."

Dr. K asks if it can get done after me and my dad leave, but apparently we
have to get asked a few questions too and sign something. They whispered a
little to each other, and then I can see that my dad is in the hallway,
also still in a butt-out gown. Then the door is opened wider, and there's a
cop and a firefighter.

They were involved in the fire alarm earlier, and they got assigned to
stick around and wrap it up. They're all talking, and it's cramped. They
start to fall into the exam room, and then Dr. K. says, "let's go up to the
conference room to take care of this" and we all follow.

The doctors lead the way, then me and my dad each with a hand behind us to
cover our asses, and behind us in their uniforms is a cop and a
firefighter. My dad makes a joke about our butts to the cop, who he
knows. They talk back and forth as we walk down the hall, and he introduces
my dad to the firefighter.

"This is MY son, Jim," he says. My dad turns around and shakes hands,
releasing his gown in the back and quickly snatching it with his left
hand. Then my dad introduces me to his friend the cop and to the tall
firefighter next to him. I slowly, strategically cinch my gown with my left
hand and then reach out my right hand to shake hands.

Behind us all, the other father/son pair waits, and then we all hear a ding
as the elevator doors open. We all get in. The doors close. The elevator
moves. Then the elevator stops.

With a jerk to an angle, we stumble. The lights flicker. We all slowly
realize that we're actually stuck in an elevator. Does that ever really
happen? Well, we were in an elevator that wasn't moving, and the door
wouldn't open, and the buttons did nothing.

After a minute of waiting for it to fix itself, the cop called it in. Then
the six of us waited, shifted our feet, leaned against the wall. I noticed
that dad wasn't holding his gown closed anymore, so I didn't bother
either. As I let my ass out, I noticed the firefighter look down at the
wall behind me. I realized he was checking out my butt in a reflection, but
when I looked back up at him, he was looking straight ahead.

We were surprisingly keeping with elevator rules, still kind of all facing
the doors. There wasn't enough room to sit down. Then the cop undid a
couple buttons on his shirt, and his son the firefighter rolled his sleeves
up his hair arms.

I looked down at myself, because I felt a familiar stirring. Slowly, but
surely, my dick started getting fuller and longer and bobbing itself out to
a point, tenting my hospital gown. I didn't want to touch it to try to hide
it. I didn't have anything to cover it. My damn butt cheeks were on full
display on the other side. I caught my dad's attention out of the side of
my eyes, and we wordlessly discussed the situation.

He motioned for me to pull my gown tighter to hide it, demonstrating on
himself. I tried, but it just made it even more obvious. My dad didn't know
what I did with Dr. K. I didn't know what had happened with him and
Dr. K.'s son or maybe with Dr. K. before. Thinking about that wasn't
helping matters, and neither did thinking about the two men I had just met
a few minutes before, who were both rugged and handsome and manly and
wearing tight uniforms that clung to their muscular arms and shoulders and
butts.

Then I noticed that my dad had a boner too. He looked down at it, also
treating it like a hot stove or a fire. Our commotion over the situation
was becoming more noticeable, loud whispers, and the cop turned around and
did some detective work.

With a grin coming onto his face, he looked at us and said, "Well,
well.... like father like son."

The environment changed to a locker room, and we were getting teased. His
son, the hot firefighter, turned around too and smiled at the situation, as
did the doctors in their scrubs. Dr. K. had known us for years, and it
turned out that the cop had been friends with my dad for even longer. He
made some joke about getting a "diagnosis" from the front of the elevator.

My dad and I blushed but just let our boners be the butt of the joke, while
our reflected butts added another punchline. We were now standing in a
circle, dad son son son dad dad. All eyes were on our cocks, pretty clearly
outlined, and the comments were coming.

Dr. K. said, "nerves can do that to you, but, well, now neither of you have
anything to be ashamed of there."

My dad said, "well, maybe not me but definitely not him," pointing my way.

The cop said, "yeah, I guess so much for like father like son."

Without thinking about it, I said, "I wonder which of us looks more like
his dad." And the tight space got noticeably tighter and hotter. Eyes
darted around. Throats gulped. We were already sweating, but it was getting
nervous.

After a pause, filled with me being shocked at my suggestion, Dr. K. said,
"I'd bet that me and my boy are pretty equally matched." Dr. Mark, his boy,
looked at him sheepishly. I didn't know what their relationship was
like. It made me realize that nobody knew what my relationship was like
with my dad.

Then the cop said, "well, uh... if you go to the gym together ...then you
might take a peek to compare."

My dad turned to the firefighter, "you ever sneak a glance at your dad,
Jim?"

He looks back, really we're all just looking around at each other's bodies
and specifically on my dad's and my dick. He says, "well, sir, I've
wondered if we had the same kind of equipment, and I think I can say that
we're probably the most, uh, the most, like father like son."

A pause, a big weighty pause, went by, and then Dr. Mark said, "I bet
that's not true."

Then everybody looked at me again, it was weird (obviously, but extra
weird). It was like I had to say it. I said, "there's only one way to find
out, right?"

So the cop stepped in front of the doctors to take his position at his
son's left. His son the firefighter was at my left, and my dad at my
right. Then the doctors, both in scrubs, tugged down their pants and let
their cocks and balls flop out and on display. They took a step closer to
each other.

Their dicks were similar in size, not too big but not small. The father had
a bit more to his, but they had a similar shape, pretty memorable.

As they were comparing, the cop and the firefighter were slowly smiling at
each other like bashful boys. They'd clearly been naked or at least getting
changed around each other before but never quite in a situation like this
(obviously).

They each just unzippered and weaseled their snakes out proudly. I've since
come to the conclusion that I really like to see a guy with his clothes on
but his dick out. Like the doctors, this father and son shared a similar
type. Each dick was not what you'd call skinny, but certainly not fat, and
each had a bulb at the end. The tip was the point. They each held their
mushroom in a hand, and they did look pretty much identical.

All eyes were again on me and my dad, even though we'd been pretty much
giving a show the whole time. I saw that my dad was just going to drop his
robe off him, so I did the same. We stood there completely naked, which
added to my arousal. The metal of the elevator made the air have a cold
texture, just as the exam rooms had a plastic kind of feel.

With a finger in our direction, Dr. Mark said, "I think they're pretty
close." My dad responded, "well, that's just because they're hard. You
can't really tell unless they're hard all the way."

Another cautious pause was followed by some slow pulling. Not a word was
spoken as we each rubbed our dicks to stiffness. I watched, etching the
memory, as Dr. K. and his son stroked their dicks and held them side by
side for our little contest.

The firefighter and his dad followed suit and held their hardening, rising
dicks close to each other. Then I saw the son's cock graze the
fathers. They stopped. Then they continued. Then I saw the dad's member
kind of presented, held out for his son to poke at again.

Dr. Mark and his dad pushed forward and let their cocks just rest against
each other, side by side. Dr. K. said that they looked closer now that they
were hard. My dad stepped in closer, looking. I stepped closer to him, and
we became a tight circle, shoulder to shoulder and dick to dick. My dad
reached down and held mine and his together, surprising me and maybe the
others.

"That's the spitting image right there," he said. I thought about it
spitting. I was so horny from this and hot. I forgot all about being stuck.

We were all now stroking, just kind of showing off and enjoying the
feeling. We all watched each other. We looked around, all still stroking
and maybe doing a bit more displaying than we would if we were just jerking
alone. I held mine up and wiped some precum on my belly. Dr. K. felt his
tip, wet with more precum, and Dr. Mark imitated his dad.

My dad was next to Dr. K., and I realized that they had started stroking
each other, switching hands. I then saw Dr. Mark offer his hand to the cop,
who hesitantly allowed it and moaned at the feel of another man's grip on
his tool.

I noticed that the firefighter to my left was slowly moving his right hand
in my direction. He put it between us and reached out to slowly hold my
butt cheek, watching the reflection. His touch felt amazing, and we shared
a non-verbal back-and-forth stating how much I liked it and wanted him to
do it.

Hands exchanged places. Dicks got observed and explored. The circle got
closer, and soon my stroked knocked into another guy's. Our knuckles became
erogenous zones. I loved rubbing the firefighter's knobby head against his
dad's identical helmet. The firefighter loved to graze his finger over my
dad's trail of hair, following down and gripping a father/son combo of cock
and making our balls bounce against each other.

We started oozing and then spurting and then shots up in the air and across
to my chest or up and soaking into that scrubs fabric, resting onto chest
hair. We were grunting like a pack of wolves.

As we started finishing, we heard a bell and felt the floor slowly sink.
The doors opened, and there stood a bunch of cops and firefighters, who
started clapping at us.



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